Ann Miller şarkı sözleri
I'm recalling times when I was small, in light and free jubilee days,
Old folks praying everybody swaying,
Loudly, I chanted my praise.
How I sang about the Judgment morn,
And of Gabriel tooting on his horn.
In that sunny land of milk and honey,
I had no complaints,
While I thought of Saints
So I say to all who feel forlorn:
Sing "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" and you'll shoo the blues away:
When cares pursue you, "Hallelujah!"
Gets you through the darkest day.
Satan lies awaiting and creating skies of grey,
But "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
Helps to shoo the clouds away.
